...but I *swear*, whenever other drivers decide they have the right to add their own soundtrack to MY day, and more often than not their "music" is merely a demonstration of their poor taste in excessive bass and monotony, I become ever-so tempted to follow the auditorially-offensive jerk home, make a mental note of where he lives, and then return late at night, blasting something like this:

or this:

at his windows until they shatter.

If no one else feels obligated to show a bit of respect by NOT drowning out the music on my own c.d., the voice of my child seated behind me, or heck, even my own thoughts as I drive home each day, I may just be tempted to bring out the really big guns: